Lyrics containing the term: iron on leather patches (2025)

GunsFor the Aqua Net in your hairdoWhen the neon lights stop shiningI see you like a silver liningYou're my precious metal girlMy best friend in the worldLook like you could've been in Faster PussycatIn your leather jacket with the patches on the backYou're my precious metal girlI don't need to mineAs long as you're mineThe sun sets on Sunset but you still shineYou still shine'Cause you're my precious metal girlMy best friend in the worldLook like you could've been in Faster PussycatIn your leather jacket with the patches on the backYou're my precious metal girl

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine dayHardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to sayNo one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slipThe stranger there among them had a big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip"And he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip""Big iron on his hip"In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas RedMany men had tried to take him and that many men were deadHe was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty fourAnd the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen moreOne and nineteen moreNow the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks aroundWas an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in townHe came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe deadAnd he said it didn't matter he was after Texas RedAfter Texas RedWasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas RedBut the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were deadTwenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slipTwenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipNow the morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meetIt was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the streetFolks were watchin' from the windowsEvery body held their breathThey knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his deathAbout to meet his deathThere was forty feet between themWhen they stopped to make their playAnd the swiftness of the Ranger is still talked about todayTexas Red had not cleared leather for a bullet fairly rippedAnd the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'roundThere before them lay the body of the outlaw on the groundOh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slipWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipBig iron, big ironWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine dayHardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to sayNo one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slipFor the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all aroundHe's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lipAnd he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIn this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas RedMany men had tried to take him and that many men were deadHe was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty fourAnd the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen moreOne and nineteen moreNow the stranger started talking made it plain to folks aroundWas an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in townHe came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe deadAnd he said it didn't matter he was after Texas RedAfter Texas RedWasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas RedBut the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were deadTwenty men had tried to take twenty men had made a slipTwenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipThe morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meetIt was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the streetFolks were watching from their windows every-body held their breathThey knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his deathAbout to meet his deathThere was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their playAnd the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about to-dayTexas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly rippedAnd the rangers aim was deadly with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was over in a moment and the folks had gathered roundThere before them lay the body of the outlaw on the groundOh he might have gone on living but he made one fatal slipWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipBig iron Big ironWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip The Big Iron on his hip

Thunder and lightning the gods take revengeSenseless destructionVictims of fury are cowardly nowRunning for safetyStabbing the harlot to pay for her sinsLeaving the virginSuicide running as if it were freeRipping and tearingOn through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to youMetal militiaMetal militiaMetal militiaChained and shadowed to be left behindNine and one thousandMetal militia for your sacrificeIron clad soldiersJoin or be conquered the law of the landWhat will befall youThe metallization of your inner soulTwisting and turningOn through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to youMetal militiaMetal militiaWe are as one as we all are the sameFighting for one causeLeather and metal are our uniformsProtecting what we areJoining together to take on the worldWith our heavy metalSpreading the message to everyone hereCome let yourself goOn through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to you(Metal militia)

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine dayHardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to sayNo one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slipThe stranger there among them had a big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was early in the morning when he rode into the townHe came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around"He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip"And he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip""Big iron on his hip"In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas RedMany men had tried to take him and that many men were deadHe was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty fourAnd the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen moreOne and nineteen moreNow the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks aroundWas an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in townHe came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe deadAnd he said it didn't matter he was after Texas RedAfter Texas RedWasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas RedBut the outlaw didn't worry, men that tried before were deadTwenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slipTwenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipNow the morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meetIt was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the streetFolks were watchin' from the windowsEvery body held their breathThey knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his deathAbout to meet his deathThere was forty feet between themWhen they stopped to make their playAnd the swiftness of the Ranger is still talked about todayTexas Red had not cleared leather for a bullet fairly rippedAnd the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipIt was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'roundThere before them lay the body of the outlaw on the groundOh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slipWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hipBig iron, big ironWhen he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hipBig iron on his hip

Thunder and lightning the gods take revengeSenseless destructionVictims of fury are cowardly nowRunning for safetyStabbing the harlot to pay for her sinsLeaving the virginSuicide running as if it were freeRipping and tearingOn through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to youMetal militiaMetal militiaMetal militiaChained and shadowed to be left behindNine and one thousandMetal militia for your sacrificeIron clad soldiersJoin or be conquered the law of the landWhat will befall youThe metallization of your inner soulTwisting and turningOn through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to youMetal militiaMetal militiaWe are as one as we all are the sameFighting for one causeLeather and metal are our uniformsProtecting what we areJoining together to take on the worldWith our heavy metalSpreading the message to everyone hereCome let yourself goOn through the mist and the madnessWe are trying to get the message to you(Metal militia)

She's caviar and mascaraI'm corduroy and leatherIt'd take one hell of an imaginationTo ever paint us togetherPlaces I like to haunt atShe wouldn't be caught deadDon't make sense to the neighbors, don't look good on paperAnd sure don't make sense in my headBut I got a heart like a wheel, baby, let's goGet in this heart like a wheel and baby, we'll rollCan't say there won't be rough patchesScratches from thorns and briarsOver or under, we'll roll like thunderAs long as there's tread on these tiresI got a heart like a wheel, baby, let's goGet in this heart like a wheel and baby, let's rollAin't no map, ain't no wayAin't no lights on this long highwayBut I know the way by heartBring on the darkHoney, don't worryBaby, I got a heart like a wheel, baby, let's goGet in this heart like a wheel and baby, let's rollI got a heart like a wheel, baby, let's goGet in this heart like a wheel and baby, we rollGet in this heart like a wheel and baby, let's go

With all the clarity of dreamThe sky so blue, the grass so greenThe rank and file and the navy blueThe deep and strong, the straight and trueThe blue line they got the given signThe belts and boots march forward in timeThe wood and leather the club and shieldSwept like a wave across the battlefieldNow with all the clarity of dreamThe blood so red, the grass so greenThe gleam of spur on chestnut flankThe cavalry did burst upon the ranksOh the iron will and iron handIn England's green and pleasant landNo music for the shameful sceneThat night they said it had even shocked the queenWell alas we've seen it all beforeKnights in armor, days of yoreThe same old fears and the same old crimesWe haven't changed since ancient times

There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deckThere's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neckThere's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lotWhere she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not"Señor, señorI can see that painted wagonSmell the tail of the dragonCan't stand the suspense anymoreCan you tell me who to contact here, señor?

I'm coming up man-sized skinned aliveI want to fit I've got to getMan-sized I'm heading onHandsome got my leather boots onGot my girl and she's a wowI cast my iron knickers downMan-sized no need to shoutCan you hear can you hear me nowI'm man-sizedI'll measure time I'll measure heightI'll calculate my birthrightGood Lord I'm big I'm heading onMan-sized got my leather boots onGot my girl and she's a wowI cast my iron knickers downMan-sized no need to shoutCan you hear can you hear me nowMy babe looking cool and neatI'm pretty sure good enough to eatI'm man-sized no need to shoutLet it all let it all hang outI'm man-sizeSilence my lady headGet girl out of my headDouse hair with gasolineSet it light and set it free

I'm coming up man-sized skinned aliveI want to fit I've got to getMan-sized I'm heading onHandsome got my leather boots on Got my girl and she's a wowI cast my iron knickers downMan-sized no need to shoutCan you hear can you hear me nowI'm man-sizedMan-sizedI'll measure time I'll measure heightI'll calculate my birthrightGood Lord I'm big I'm heading onMan-sized got my leather boots onGot my girl and she's a wowI cast my iron knickers downMan-sized no need to shoutCan you hear can you hear me nowMy babe looking cool and neatI'm pretty sure good enough to eatI'm man-sized no need to shoutLet it all let it all hang outI'm man-sizeMan-sizeMan-sizeMan-sizeMan-sizeMan-sizeMan-sizeMan-sizeSilence my lady headGet girl out of my headDouse hair with gasolineSet it light and set it free

I'm coming up man-sized skinned aliveI want to fit I've got to getMan-sized I'm heading onHandsome got my leather boots onGot my girl and she's a wowI cast my iron knickers downMan-sized no need to shoutCan you hear can you hear me nowI'm man-sizedMan sizedI'll measure time I'll measure heightI'll calculate my birthrightGood Lord I'm big I'm heading onMan-sized got my leather boots onGot my girl and she's a wowI cast my iron knickers downMan-sized no need to shoutCan you hear, can you hear me nowMy babe looking cool and neatI'm pretty sure good enough to eatI'm man-sized no need to shoutLet it all, let it all hang outI'm man-size, man sizeMan size, man size, man size, man sizeMan size, man sizeSilence my lady headGet girl out of my headDouse hair with gasolineSet it light and set it freeSilence my lady headGet girl out of my headDouse hair with gasolineSet it light and set it free

Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather. Well, give me a minute, let me get it together. I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.

[Chorus]You'll die as you livedIn a flash of the blade,In a corner, forgotten awayYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man, and his honor.The smell of resigned leatherThe steely iron maskAs you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's call.He taught you all he ever knewTo fear no mortal manAnd now you'll wreak your vengeance in theScreams of evil men.

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dustAn October's day, towards eveningSweat-embossed veins standing proud to the ploughSalt on a deep chest seasoningLast of the line at an honest day's toilTurning the deep sod underFlint at the fetlock, chasing the boneFlies at the nostrils plunderThe Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vieWith the Shire on his feathers floatingHauling soft timber into the duskTo bed on a warm straw coatingHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayLet me find you a filly for your proud stallion seedTo keep the old line goingAnd we'll stand you abreast at the back of the woodBehind the young trees growingTo hide you from eyes that mock at your girthYour eighteen hands at the shoulderAnd one day when the oil barons have all dripped dryAnd the nights are seen to draw colderThey'll beg for your strength, your gentle powerYour noble grace and your bearingAnd you'll strain once again to the sound of the gullsIn the wake of the deep plough, sharingHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayStanding like tanks on the brow of the hillUp into the cold wind facingIn stiff battle harness, chained to the worldAgainst the low sun racingBring me a wheel of oaken woodA rein of polished leatherA heavy horse and a tumbling skyBrewing heavy weatherBring a song for the eveningClean brass to flash the dawnAcross these acres glisteningLike dew on a carpet lawnIn these dark towns folk lie sleepingAs the heavy horses thunder byTo wake the dying cityWith the living horseman's cryAt once the old hands quickenBring pick and wisp and curry combThrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming homeIron-clad feather-feet pounding the dustAn October's day, towards eveningSweat-embossed veins standing proud to the ploughSalt on a deep chest seasoningBring me a wheel of oaken woodA rein of polished leatherA heavy horse and a tumbling skyBrewing heavy weatherHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dustAn October's day, towards eveningSweat-embossed veins standing proud to the ploughSalt on a deep chest seasoningLast of the line at an honest day's toilTurning the deep sod underFlint at the fetlock, chasing the boneFlies at the nostrils plunderThe Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vieWith the Shire on his feathers floatingHauling soft timber into the duskTo bed on a warm straw coatingHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayLet me find you a filly for your proud stallion seedTo keep the old line goingAnd we'll stand you abreast at the back of the woodBehind the young trees growingTo hide you from eyes that mock at your girthYour eighteen hands at the shoulderAnd one day when the oil barons have all dripped dryAnd the nights are seen to draw colderThey'll beg for your strength, your gentle powerYour noble grace and your bearingAnd you'll strain once again to the sound of the gullsIn the wake of the deep plough, sharingHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayStanding like tanks on the brow of the hillUp into the cold wind facingIn stiff battle harness, chained to the worldAgainst the low sun racingBring me a wheel of oaken woodA rein of polished leatherA heavy horse and a tumbling skyBrewing heavy weatherBring a song for the eveningClean brass to flash the dawnAcross these acres glisteningLike dew on a carpet lawnIn these dark towns folk lie sleepingAs the heavy horses thunder byTo wake the dying cityWith the living horseman's cryAt once the old hands quickenBring pick and wisp and curry combThrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming homeIron-clad feather-feet pounding the dustAn October's day, towards eveningSweat-embossed veins standing proud to the ploughSalt on a deep chest seasoningBring me a wheel of oaken woodA rein of polished leatherA heavy horse and a tumbling skyBrewing heavy weatherHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free

Have you seen the iron lady's charmsLegs of steel, leather on her armsTakin' on a man to dieA life for a life, an eye for an eyeAnd that's the iron lady in the chairStop the murder, deter the crimes awayOnly killing shows killing doesn't payYes, that's the kind of law it takesEven though we make mistakesAnd sometimes send the wrong man to the chairIn the death row waiting for their turnNo time to change, not a chance to learnWaiting for someone to call, say it's over after allThey won't have to face the justice of the chairJust before they serve him one last mealShave his head, oh, they ask him how he feelsThen the warden comes to say goodbyeReporters come to watch him dieWatch him as he's strapped into the chairAnd the chaplain, he reads the final prayerBe brave my son, the Lord is waiting thereOh, murder is so wrong you seeBoth the Bible and the courts agreeThat the state's allowed to murder in the chairIn the courtroom, watch the balance of the scalesIf the price is right, there's time for more appealsThe strings are pulled, the switch is stayedThe finest lawyers fees are paidAnd a rich man's never died upon the chairHave you seen the iron lady's charmsLegs of steel, leather on her armsTakin' on a man to dieA life for a life, an eye for an eyeAnd that's the iron lady in the chairRead more: Phil Ochs - The Iron Lady Lyrics | MetroLyrics e last mealShave his head, they ask him how he feelsThen the warden comes to say goodbyeReporters come to watch him dieWatch him as he's strapped into the chairAnd the chaplain, he reads the final prayerBe brave my son, the Lord is waiting thereOh murder is so wrong you seeBoth the Bible and the courts agreeThat the state's allowed to murder in the chairIn the courtroom, watch the balance of the scalesIf the price is right, there's time for more appealsThe strings are pulled, the switch is stayedThe finest lawyers fees are paidAnd a rich man never died upon the chairHave you seen the iron lady's charmsLegs of steel, leather on her armsTaking on a man to dieA life for a life, an eye for an eyeThat's the iron lady in the chair

You the only bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pantsout tha clothes hamper and iron 'em till they look like blue leatherpants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants...

George or you're David and you always killed the beastTimes change very quickly and you had to grow up earlyA house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feetYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honorThe smell of resined leather, the steely iron maskAs you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's callHe taught you all he ever knew, to fear no mortal manAnd now you'll wreak your vengeance in the screams of evil manYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honorYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honorYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honor

George or you're David and you always killed the beastTimes change very quickly and you had to grow up earlyA house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feetYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honorThe smell of resined leather, the steely iron maskAs you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's callHe taught you all he ever knew, to fear no mortal manAnd now you'll wreak your vengeance in the screams of evil manYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honorYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honorYou'll die as you livedIn a flash of the bladeIn a corner forgotten by no oneYou lived for the touchFor the feel of the steelOne man and his honor

Day and night and day again and people come and go away foreverWhile the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirrorWhile you search the waves for love and your visions for a signThe knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your designAnd in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rainDown the hills through the long grass to the seaAnd in the dark the hard bells ringing with painCome away aloneCome away alone with me.

We can get you the best one that's made in Taiwan(Is my size up there?)We got jackets with patches on the elbows, too(Is my size up there?)And we'll sell 'em all factory-direct to you(Is my size up there?)

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dustAn October's day, towards eveningSweat-embossed veins standing proud to the ploughSalt on a deep chest seasoningLast of the line at an honest day's toilTurning the deep sod underFlint at the fetlock, chasing the boneFlies at the nostrils plunderThe Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vieWith the Shire on his feathers floatingHauling soft timber into the duskTo bed on a warm straw coatingHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayLet me find you a filly for your proud stallion seedTo keep the old line goingAnd we'll stand you abreast at the back of the woodBehind the young trees growingTo hide you from eyes that mock at your girthYour eighteen hands at the shoulderAnd one day when the oil barons have all dripped dryAnd the nights are seen to draw colderThey'll beg for your strength, your gentle powerYour noble grace and your bearingAnd you'll strain once again to the sound of the gullsIn the wake of the deep plough, sharingHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayStanding like tanks on the brow of the hillUp into the cold wind facingIn stiff battle harness, chained to the worldAgainst the low sun racingBring me a wheel of oaken woodA rein of polished leatherA heavy horse and a tumbling skyBrewing heavy weatherBring a song for the eveningClean brass to flash the dawnAcross these acres glisteningLike dew on a carpet lawnIn these dark towns folk lie sleepingAs the heavy horses thunder byTo wake the dying cityWith the living horseman's cryAt once the old hands quickenBring pick and wisp and curry combThrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming homeIron-clad feather-feet pounding the dustAn October's day, towards eveningSweat-embossed veins standing proud to the ploughSalt on a deep chest seasoningBring me a wheel of oaken woodA rein of polished leatherA heavy horse and a tumbling skyBrewing heavy weatherHeavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding freeAnd now you're down to the few and there's no work to doThe tractor is on its wayOh, heavy horses, move the land under meBehind the plough gliding, slipping and sliding free

Senor, Senor, you know their hearts are hard as leatherGive me a minute let me get it togetherI gotta pick myself up off the floorI'm ready when you are, SenorSenor, Senor, let's overturn these tablesAnd disconnect these cablesThis place don't make sense to me no moreCan you tell me what we're waiting for Senor?